The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

All of Arnold's resentment had flown right out the window the moment he saw Asher.

Asher said, "You must've been worn out over the past few days. You haven't eaten yet, right?"

He lifted the plastic bag in his hand, waving it in front of Arnold. "I remember you saying you don't eat carbs, but if you're feeling pressured or exhausted, you would reward yourself with some fried chicken. I bought fried chicken for you. I'm not sure which flavor you like, so I bought a few."

Arnold's throat bobbed, salivating with anticipation.

In the end, he still let the man in.

However, Arnold maintained a little of his pride and gave Asher a cold face, sitting on the chair indifferently as he tried hard not to look at the handsome man.

"As a doctor, saving lives is my duty. Even if it's not Chairman Thompson, I'll still do my best. You don't need to be so polite."

"Are you mad?" Ignoring his indifference, Asher asked softly instead.

Arnold's eyelashes fluttered. "Who... Who's mad?"

mad, why are

face flushed, and he subconsciously glanced at

pursed, and his eyes and nose were

opened the boxes, placing them in

voice was

and he met Asher's deep gaze

I am the eldest son. I have

and his nose tingled again. He quickly grabbed a fried chicken and took a

deeper as he stared at him. "Eat

remember to bring ketchup next time. My favorite is still the original flavor

up, his lips curling in a satisfied angle. "Oh, you're sweet I guess you really like

"Yes." Asher nodded seriously.

magnifying in Asher's eyes. "Then do you like the suit more or

eyes glinted with charm, drawing